i am nobody bound to everybody under the oath of polygamous marriage taken in the full absence of conscious mind
under the oath I wear masks of appearances every day of my life until death separates me

False harvest yields the dust. Old Cronus turns away from us. The Hollow Horse continues sprouting ribs. There is no better time to stumble than when the darkness falls.

Chess pieces played in game of cards may feel misplaced but act like strong believers. Am I a part of it? I pick a random queen and smile into fer face, and throw my arms around her waist. We both break into laughter. Our wide open mouths issue sounds like those of children before they knew the separation.

There are no accidents, only irony, and no doubt it has been said before.

Into the woods where I will say two words and hear two truths I shall go. Where has this path begun and where it's heading? It spins until, awakened, I lose my balance falling onto my faces. Down on my faces I fall. One is my mother's before I was alive, and another is my daughter's who can't remember me. In the woods on the path of separation I am walking.

What if my will is just some crazy fella who climbs the rocks before and after drinks? What if one day he wills to break the habit? What will I do without chasing him?

Time drops into the kitchen sink and hits the pool of grease and soap on the bottom of spaghetti pot: the faucet relieves suspense: the moment is relived time after time.